" "At Tyburn, eh, Mr. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. I’ve just seen him. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a few verses. . He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face.
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